Explosions were everywhere, and the gangsters hadn't managed to get far before the armed Spider Models captured them and dragged them back for a rematch.
Li Pan, hands in his pockets, stood in the center of the ring in a relaxed stance and laughed loudly.
"We finally meet again, Asura Nenki! This battle will become a classic!"
Asura Nenki, "...who are you?"
"Don't you dare interrupt me!!!"
Enraged, Li Pan lunged forward and kicked, shattering a kneecap and snapping Asura Nenki's thigh, then flipped his foot, kicking him high into the air. With a flurry of Mandarin Duck kicks, he delivered a whirlwind of blows—180 in rapid succession—keeping him suspended for half a minute. When Nenki landed, his entire body was battered and bruised, muscles smashed as if by a sledgehammer, and rubberized with footprints all over.
"Pff... damn it... you damn..."
